Night_of_Dreams

Zion Freese died while sitting in a wooden chair in the bus stop station after accidentally getting hit by a truck. 

He thought it was the end, but unknowingly he transmigrated and became Zion Altaria, the illegitimate son of King Lionel Altaria, the ruler of the Terun empire, the strongest empire on the continent of Garenia… 

Because his mother was branded a slave, he was known to defame and dilute the bloodline of the royal family. He was the king’s greatest disgrace because of his very existence. The king had sinned against his ancestor.

 When he turned 15, his brothers and sister set him up, which led the King/father to seethe in anger, ordering the guard to throw him in a ship and banishing him to never return to the kingdom.
 If he ever does so, he will be killed immediately.

Darn that I just transmigrated and this is the first thing I experience no shit Sherlock... screw your empire...

Ding... congratulations to the host on obtaining the wooden throne system. 
"So, what if I’m banished to never return?
I intend to use my system to create my own territory that those royals will envy.
Let me sit on my wooden throne and savor this moment Hahaha " 

"The journey of conquering starts with me. Hail me, the king. Cool Hahaha"

[Tsk… Good for you, host]

"...." Zion

"...." system

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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

Chapter 333: The Secret Realm's Departure

Zion watched the pale blue luminescent screen appear before his eyes, notifying him how much blood he had extracted from Primordial's body before showing the time.

'Two hours? It seems I was too absorbed in extracting the blood of the secret realm lord.'

'It's also worth the wait; at least I can ensure the divide is sufficient for Stela and my castle space use.'

Zion sighed as he retracted his blood hydra from restraining Primordial's mummified body, which teetered on the edge between life and death with only a faint breath remaining.

It was a breath akin to the flicker of a candle, on the brink of fading away at any given moment.

The reason why Primordial survives even after losing his blood and turning into a thousand-year-old mummified corpse was all because of the full moon and the secret realm's enhancement.